Mr. Canada part 2

December 12, 2016

I think I’m in love.

Yeah, I know what I said about being sure. And I know I always say I’m in love. And yes….I know…….I haven’t even met him in person yet.

I know!

I know!

But we skyped for hours last night. He started out lying on his stomach with messy hair. Then he moved to a chair and walked around. I got a more three dimensional view of his overall person. He’s cute. He’s not hot-cute. He’s kind of goofy cute with a nice nose and high cheek bones and big lips. He has funny mannerisms and his voice gets higher and higher we he play-fights with me which he does a lot. When he runs out of logical arguments he brings up the burning of the White House in 1812 by the British, which makes me surprisingly angry every time.

But then after a while, he quiets down and tells me sweet things and his voice gets lower.

I was at my desk, then moved to the sofa. As I got tired, I leaned against the back of the sofa and sometimes we just stared at each other, saying nothing and exchanging smiles like lovesick teenagers.

I know I say it every time…..but I have a feeling about this one. I think I may have found my guy.

And if I haven’t, If he disappoints me and breaks my heart, I’ll be writing this blog from a mental institution. I’m not sure my little heart can take another hit.